Emily's POV

The '60s, man. Influential musicians like Bob Dylan and Joan Baez Playing guitars and singing like prophets. The times, they were a-changin'." Mr. Matthews says.

"The class, they are a-sleepin'." Farkle says to Matthews.

"It's not your fault, dad. It's just the stuff you're saying." Riley reassures he father.

"I'm talking about the '60s, man." He replies.

"Nobody cares about when you were our age." I tell him.

"Emily, it was over 50 years ago. How old do you guys think I am?" Mr. Matthews asks us all. I slowly look away, with a grin on my face, not answering him.

"There's no right answer to this, sir." Lucas says. I nod agreeing.

"You should teach us future class." Maya says.

"Listen, dad, you're doing a wonderful job up there and we're very happy that you're all jazzed up- " Riley says.

"But history has nothing to do with us." Maya finished for her.

"I'm gonna snap this chalk now." He tell us.

"Uh-oh." Lucas says.

"Snap." He snaps the chalk. "What did you guys do yesterday?" He asks us.

"I think I had grapes." Riley says.

"Do you know what yesterday was?" He asks.

"Grapes day." Riley says.

"History." I say.

"Correct Emily. Every decision you make every day, every time you decide to turn left instead of right, you make history and you affect someone else's. And if you refuse to learn that, I guarantee you, you guys will not become the best person you can be. Because history is all about missed opportunities. "History has nothing to do with us," wasn't it, Ms. Hart? Can't remember, it was like five minutes ago. Fine. I am not gonna teach you guys about the '60s." He says.

"Yay." Everyone says. But he had to go and ruin it. "You are." He says to us.

"Yay." Farkle says.

"History is alive even if you weren't. But now you're gonna be. You will visit the 1960s and give a report." Matthews says. I sigh.

"Time travel." Farkle says.

"How do we do that, dad? We weren't even there." Riley asks him.

"You were." He tells her. I raise my eyebrows at him.

"How?" I ask him, confused.

"You all have grandparents or great-grandparents. Choose one who was around during that time. Learn all you can about them and report back. Then we'll see if history has nothing to do with us. Living history Now I'm all jazzed up." He tells us all. Great, an assignment where I have to talk to my father. About his family. About my mother. And that's something I don't want to do.

"Yay." Farkle repeats from earlier. My crush on him hasn't stopped. I think it's getting worse. I'm starting to really like him the past couple of weeks. No one knows though. I hope it stays hidden along with other things.

Scene changes to Café Hey. No One's POV 1961

Jazz music playing. Music continues. "You're a new face." A guy says from behind the counter, to a girl, that has never been in that café before.

"So are you, but everything's new to me... the people, the places, the whole happening scene, man." The girl says.

"First time you ever said that, isn't it?" He asks her.

"I practiced the whole way here." She tells him.

"Let me get a vibe. I dig you immedia-tois." He says.

"What does that mean?" She asks him, never hearing that before.

"I don't know. I made it up." He says.

"Well, here's what I want you to make up for me: A hot chocolate with extra whipped cream, because I'm dangerous." The girl says.

"You got a name, dangerous?" He asks her.

"Rosie. Rosie McGee. What's yours?" She asks him.

"Ginsburg. Nice to meet you, Rosie." He says then takes a picture of her.

"What's the picture for?" She asks him curiously.

"For the moment we first met. I'll get your hot chocolate, McGee." He says.

"I know this is weird, but have we met before?" She asks him.

"Haven't we all?" He asks the girl.

Another girl, same age as the other one, strawberry blonde hair, carrying a tray and wearing an apron. She works at the cafe. Walks over to Ginsburg. "I have finished my shift." She smiled at him. It was clear she fancied him. And he, her. But the both didn't really know that about each other.

"Okay, Adailee." Ginsburg says. "Do you want anything?" He asks.

"A hot chocolate would be nice." She says looking around, she notices a girl, probably waiting for her drink. Ginsburg hands Adailee her drinks,she nods at him then goes to sit at a table with a girl with long blonde hair.

"Is this seat taken?" Adailee asks the girl.

"No, you can sit." The blonde says. Adailee smiles at the blond.

"Welcome, to Cafe Hey, pronounced, "hehhh." Ginsburg says once on stage.

"Hehhh." Everyone says.

"You're getting better at that. Tonight's gonna be legendary, man. Let's just see what flows." He snaps. (Bass tone)

"Black.

White.

Green.

Tan.

No one listen to the man.

Freedom is the only plan.

Free to be who you am.

Can't you see?

That you... are... me.

Karma."

Everyone is snapping after Ginsburg finishes.

A girl sits with the blond and Adailee.

"You are really interesting looking. Are you as interesting as you look?" The girl asks Adailee and the girl with the long blond hair.

"Sure, are you as weird as you talk?" The long blond haires girl asks her.

"Oh my gosh. Yeah, man. I am the weirdest cat there is." She replies.

"Really? 'Cause you seem like a nice, normal girl to me." Adailee says to her.

"You both figured me out in five seconds and you've hurt me." The girl says to Adailee.

"How can I make that up to you?" Adailee asks to her.

"Could we be friends?" She asks. Adailee smiles. "I would be a very good friend to you both."

"Yeah, I could use a weird friend." The girl with the blond hair says as Adailee nods

"Then you should pick..." The brunette swirls her fingers around and then points to herself. "Oh, they both landed on me." She says. Adailee smiles at her.

Present Day. Emily's POV

"All right, status report." Mr. Matthews says.

"I got a guitar that belonged to my great-grandmother Rosie, and her very weird journal." Riley says.

"My Dad is sending something about my great-grandfather. We don't talk about him much. His name was Merlin." Lucas says.

"Merlin? Was he a wizard? Hah!" Farkle says to Lucas.

"Okay, Farkle Minkus. What was your great-grandfather's name?" Lucas asks him.

"Ginsburg." Farkle replies. I smile

"You make no sense to me whatsoever." Lucas says to him.

"Whatcha looking at?" I ask Maya when we get to our normal hang out spot, a cafe.

"Art book. Ms. Kossal gave it to me. It's got all the best artists and their best paintings. It's amazing... And depressing." Maya replies.

"She's trying to motivate you." I say to her.

"Ain't working. Look at these. I could never do anything near this. These people all have something to say." Maya says to us.

"Well, you only know that because they went ahead and said it." Lucas tells her. I smirk at him.

"You know, someday you're gonna make somebody a wonderful fortune cookie." Maya and I say in unison.

"Let me take a picture of everybody." Farkle says and gets up.

"What for?" I ask him, curiously. I smile as the phone camera clicks.

"I don't know. It's us. We may be important to somebody someday." Farkle says.

"You guys are already important to me." Riley says.

"How?" I ask her.

"You teach me how to be friends." She says.

"Aww... " We all say. We all start to leave.

"Maya, aren't you bringing that?" Riley asks her and I notice the book still at the table.

"What, this book of... "Why bother trying I'll never be as good as these guys"?" She says.

"That's a very discouraging title." Riley says to her and I agree.

"I love you, Riley, Emily, but I'm leaving this here. It makes me feel bad and..." Maya says. I pick up the book and hand it to Riley.

"It's really heavy." Riley says.

"You're making me feel bad." Maya says.

Scene changes to Café Hey. No One's POV 1961

"There's some pretty heavy stuff in here." Adailee says reading Rosie's book.

"The girl with the long, blonde hair. And the girl with the strawberry blonde hair." Who's that about, I wonder." She says.

Rosie sighs. "It's my first time here and I would like to remember everything. Maybe I'll write about it later." Rosie says.

"It's my first time here, too. I'm on my way to California. My bus broke down, bad luck. I don't understand why these things happen." The blond says.

"Because if you're bus doesn't break down, then we don't become friends. If I go sit at that table instead of this table, then I'm not friends with..."

"Adailee Manson." Adailee says.

"May Clutterbucket." The blond says.

"Yow. What's in California for you, May? I'm going to say Clutterbucket now. But just so you know, when I say it I am not making fun of you." Rosie says.

"Well, there's a place where people are making art and playing music." May says.

"Sounds cool. Where is it?" Adailee asks her.

"It's a place called Topanga Canyon. I'm sure I'll love it." May says.

"Topanga... What a beautiful name for something that you want to love. I'm gonna remember that." Rosie says.

"May, take the stage, may. You're up." Ginsburg says from the stage. Everyone applauded.

"What's your name, new friend?" May asks, already knowing Adailee's name.

"Rosie McGee." She replies.

"Wish me luck, Rosie McGee." Maya gets up.

"Wow, you're going to sing?" Rosie asks her.

"I'm going to try." May says then goes to the stage.

"Yay, go get 'em! And remember, you're beautiful, man." Rosie says and Adailee claps.

Folk music playing.

♪ Car drove off ♪

♪ airplane flew ♪

♪ I stayed here ♪

♪ missing you ♪

♪ I grow old ♪

♪ never see ♪

♪ that you were there ♪

♪ missing me ♪

♪ are we now? ♪ What were we then? ♪ Will we look back ♪

♪ and wonder when? ♪ What could have been ♪

♪ what isn't yet ♪

♪ will you remember ♪

♪ or forget?

"Wow! I'll remember, because that was great. Let's hear it for May Clutterbucket." Ginsburg says.

A young man scoffs. "What are you laughing at, Bob Dylan?" May asks.

"Merlin. Merlin Scoggins." Merlin says.

"Take the stage, cowboy." Ginsburg says.

"Who the heck is that?" Rosie asks.

"So that's him. I've heard about him." Adailee says.

Country music playing. "Hello. I'm Merlin Scoggins."

Present Day. Emily's POV

"Hello. I'm Lucas Friar." Lucas says turning around, looking at us. "My great-grandpa used to do that. He was a man named Merlin Scoggins. And this record was a big hit." Lucas says. He comes and sits down behind me.

"That's amazing, Lucas. Why didn't you ever tell us any of that?" Mr. Matthews asks him.

"Yeah, I'm gonna tell Maya I have a country-singing great-grandpa and that I actually do come from cowboys. Yeah, because I need more nicknames to go with Hopalong, Sundance and Ranger Rick." Lucas says, giving Maya and I a look.

"No, I'm done with that." I say.

Maya continues. "I am so impressed with your rich, Texas heritage that we are officially throwing out all of those old nicknames forever." Maya says and I nod agreeing.

"Wow, thank you, Maya. Emily."

"No problem, Bucky McBoing Boing." We say in unison.

"From what I can piece together, my great-grandmother Rosie McGee was a weird, little, wide-eyed goofball who only saw the best in everybody. Who's like that?" Riley says. I smirk. "Nobody."

"I'd like to play you my great-grandfather's song." Lucas says and the record scratches.

Scene changes to Café Hey. No One's POV 1961

Country music plays. Merlin: "Hello, I'm Merlin Scoggins." Merlin say and starts to sing.

♪ I ain't got change in my pocket ♪

♪ but I see it on the streets ♪

♪ there's been change on the faces ♪

♪ of the people that I meet ♪

♪ hey mister, brother, sister ♪

♪ could you spare a man some change ♪

♪ Hey, mister ♪

♪ brother, sister ♪

♪ can you spare a man some change? ♪

The song ends and everyone claps. He walks off stage and to the table with the three girls. "This seat taken?" He asks them.

"By you." Rosie says and he sits. "See what I did?"

"Yeah, you're not a normal girl at all." He says to her. Then turns to May. "I liked your song, ma'am."

"I liked yours." She replies.

"And what do you do?" He asks Rosie and Adailee.

"Ah, who knows?" Rosie says.

"She's an observer of humanity." Adailee says.

"Well, we need those." Merlin says. Ginsburg walks over with a camera. "The observer, the singer, the waitress and the mystery man." He takes a picture of the four. "That's gotta be worth something to somebody someday." He says.

"Well, thank you all for your kind words and I'll be on my way." Merlin says.

"Oh, do you have to go?" Rosie asks him.

"I try not to stay any place too long... Especially when people do that." Merlin says.

"Stay here with this one too long and she might change us for the better." Aww... (Chuckles) Yeah, anyway... You keep writing down those observations. You, you keep playing." He says to May. "And you, find your dream. You know you have one." He says to Adailee.

"What, my new song, "why bother trying, I'll never be as good as you guys"?" May asks him.

"That's a very discouraging title." Adailee says.

"You have something to say." May says.

"Well, now, you only know that, because I went ahead and said it." Merlin says to her. "Here." He hands her his guitar.

"Why are you giving me this?" May asks.

"You were great." He says and leaves.

"No, he's going to change the world. I'm not gonna change a thing." May says and gets up.

"Where are you going?" Rosie asks.

"Don't you worry, weirdo. I'll be right back." May says and walks away. Rosie writes in her book. May looks at Adailee and Rosie, then leaves. Never to be seen by the two girls again.

Present Day. Emily's POV

"My great-grandmother never saw her friend again. The world has never heard of May Clutterbucket." Riley says.

"My great-grandfather had one huge hit. People thought he was gonna change the world, but... he didn't. After an appearance in a small cafe in New York City, he made some bad choices. He went to jail for a little while. He went left instead of right." Lucas tells us all.

"And why do you think that was, Mr. Friar?" Mr. Matthews asks him.

"Don't know. Maybe he needed some better friends." Lucas says.

"Rosie liked observing things. I'm going to read something from her journal. It's called the girl with the long, blonde hair." "She said she would be gone for a moment, I am still waiting. We could have been friends, maybe in some other life. The girl with the long, blonde hair." Riley says.

"It sounds like Rosie was a pretty good writer." Mr. Matthews says.

"There's a little bit more. "If you quiet your voice, if you stop, because you think other people are better, then you are not who I know you are, the girl with the long, blonde hair." Riley says.

"You wrote that." Maya says.

"I continued it. I am a continuation. That's what history's about, right, Dad?" Riley asks. He chuckles. "Oh, now I get it. Rosie had a daughter, and her daughter had my mom. Rosie gave me my mom and she gave my Dad his wife. This has been in our family for over 50 years." Riley says. "But I feel like it belongs with you. So I hope that whenever you see it, it will remind you that even though Rosie's friend gave up, you never should." She says to Maya, handing her the guitar.

"Oh, no." Lucas says. I smirk.

"Hello. I'm Bucky McBoing Boing." I say as Maya starts singing. Riley starts dancing as Maya sings andplays the guitar.

♪ I got a great-grandson ♪

♪ who's a ranger Rick ♪

♪ and a Hopalong and a Sundance, too... ♪ Everybody!

All of us join in.

♪ I got a great-grandson ♪

♪ who's a ranger Rick ♪

♪ and a Hopalong and a Sundance, too. ♪ we start laughing.

The next day.

"Yeah, okay. We are all part of a puzzle called history. We are each a tiny piece of that puzzle that comes together and makes a picture." Mr. Matthews says.

"Well, you're not gonna believe the picture I just found. My great-grandfather Ginsburg worked at a Greenwich village cafe." Farkle says. "Riley, Lucas, what year did your great-grandparents visit New York?" He asks them.

"1961." They both say then look at each other. "Whoa."

"I knew it. What month?" Farkle asks.

Both, Lucas and Riley answer. "December."

"Say it again." Farkle says.

"Whoa." Lucas and Riley say.

"And what was the name of the club?" Farkle asks.

"Cafe..." Riley starts.

"Hey." Lucas says.

"That's where my great-grandfather worked." Farkle looks at me. "Emily, what did you find out about your family?" He asks me.

"My dad wasn't home, out of town for work. I couldn't ask him anything." I lie. He was home. And I did ask him. I just don't like what he did after. He hit me a couple times, told me not to ask again. But when he was at work, I snooped around, found some stuff.

"I know you Emily. You snooped around. What did you find out?" Farkle asks me. I sigh.

"My great grandmother worked as a waitress at a cafe. She had a daughter, and her daughter had me. She left her daughter, when she was young. Same as what what my mom did. They left their daughters." I say.

"What was the name of the cafe?" He asks me. I sigh and don't answer. "Emily, what was the name of the cafe?" Farkle asks again.

"Cafe Hey!" I say. "She worked at Cafe Hey! Along with Ginsburg. They were friends." I say.

"Yeah. Yeah they were." Farkle says. I smile at him and he smiles back.

"Maya, what did you learn about your great-grandmother?" Riley asks Maya.

"Nothing, my mom said to leave it alone." She says.

"I know you, Maya. You're not a puzzle to me at all. You went behind her back and snooped around, didn't you?" She asks Maya.

"No." Maya replies, lying.

"What did you find?" Riley asks her.

"No." Maya repeats.

"Tell me her name. Say it or I will." Riley says to her.

"May Clutterbucket." Maya says.

"What?" She asks her.

"I come from a long line of Clutterbuckets." Maya says and I smirk.

"Oh, this is the greatest day of my life!" Lucas exclaims. I let out a small laugh.

"All of our relatives met each other on the same night." Farkle says.

"Your great-grandmother's were my great-grandmother's friends." Riley says to Maya and I.

"No. They never became friends. She walked out. She left." Maya says.

"And you didn't tell us?" Riley and I ask her.

"Tell you guys what? That I come from people who give up? That I am a Clutterbucket?" Maya asks.

"Change history." Mr. Matthews says.

"Excuse me?" Maya asks.

"They would have been better off being friends. That was a missed opportunity. Don't let your history be one of missed opportunities. Learn from the past." Mr. Matthews says.

"I don't want to be a Clutterbucket." Maya says.

"You're not. You're all Hart." Riley and I say in unison.

"On December 14th, 1961, four pieces of a puzzle came together. He chuckles. "How great is history class now, everybody?" Mr. Matthews asks.

"Shh!" All of us says and Farkle begins talking.

"Great-grandfather Ginsburg was hard to research, because he was never in any of the pictures, because he took them. There was only one picture of him but no one knows where it went." Farkle says. He turns on the TV and hits play. An old picture of four people pop up. Our great grandparents. I notice a man in the back ground. In a mirror. Ginsburg. A picture of us from the other night pops up. Farkle is in the mirror, like how his great grandfather was. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have achieved time travel. Thank you. I am Farkle!" He says standing up. I smile.

The next morning, everyone is early to class. Mr. Matthews walks in.

"You're early." He says to us all.

"Where are we going today, Dad?" Riley asks him.

"I thought you guys didn't care about any of that stuff?" He asks.

"No, that was yesterday. Yesterday is history. What do you have for us today, Mr. Matthews?" I ask him.

"The year was 1963. "I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today." Martin Luther King, Jr. A lot of things happened in 1963." He says.

"The '60s, man." Riley says.

After school, I'm at my locker. Riley and Maya already left.

"Hey, what are you still doing here?" I hear a voice ask me. I turn and see Farkle.

"I could ask you the same thing." I say to him with a smile.

"I was hoping to see you. I found something in my great grandfathers stuff." He says. "It's addressed to your great grandmother, Adailee Manson." He pulls out an old envelope from his bag and hands it to me.

"Why haven't you opened it?" I ask looking at the sealed envelope then back to him.

"It was addressed to your great grandmother. I thought you should open it." Farkle says.

"Thank you, Farkle." I say to him.

He smiles at me. "I'll see you tomorrow. My dad's waiting for me." He says. I smile back at him and nod.

He goes to walk away. Should I tell him I like him? "Farkle?" I say, involuntarily.

He turns around and looks at me. "Yeah?"

"I uh, nothing. I'm just glad that I met you." I say to him.

"I'm glad I met you too." He says. I smile and hug him. He hugs me back.

He smiles at me when he pulls away from the hug. "I'll see you tomorrow, Emily."

"Bye, Farkle." I say as he leaves. I smile at him. He smiles at me and leaves.

Later that night I sit on my bed with the letter in my lap. I slowly open it, careful not to rip anything. I successfully open it without ruining it. I pull out the letter. I open the folded letter and something falls out. A picture.

My eyes widen at the picture. It was of Adailee and Ginsburg. This is the picture that Farkle was talking about in class. The one picture no one knew where it went. I smile and then read the letter.

Dear Adailee,

You were a great friend. I'm happy that I had, had the chance to meet one of the best girls ever. When you left the cafe, I was upset. But when I found out you had got married, that hurt. It hurt because I liked you. But now you will never know. But I hope that you have a great life with your new husband. Just know that I won't forget you. You were amazing. You never told me but I knew that you loved to write. I saw you writing on your breaks at the cafe and whenever you could. What you wrote, I do not know. But I bet it was great. You were great at a lot of things, Adailee. I want to thank you for being a great friend and someone who I liked dearly. Maybe we will meet again in another life time but for now. Goodbye Adailee. I hope to see you again some day.

Sincerely, Ginsburg.

I put the letter back in the envelope and put it on my desk. I grab an empty frame and place the picture in it. I put it on my desk and smile. Adailee liked Ginsburg also but she never told anyone. She wrote it down. I found a journal of all her writings up until the day she passed. I smile at the picture.

Oh my goodness, I have finished this chapter. I'm sorry it wasn't up before it's just I was going off the top of my head in most of it trying to remember what happened. I still haven't found anywhere online where I could watch it for free. So if you guys know, please tell me. I'm sorry if the chapter was bad I tried my best. I haven't really been feeling well the past two days so yeah. But I hope you liked it. One or two more episodes till Girl Meets Flaws. It's when Lucas and Maya find out that Emily's father hurts her. So hopefully that chapter will be good. Also, do you guys think that Farkle likes Emily? So anyway please comment what you thought about the chapter. It would mean a lot. Thank you. I should have the next chapter up soon. Anyways thanks for reading. Bye.

-Kelly.